Darksiders: War in the 40th Millennium

The hive's iron depths quaked beneath a crimson sky fractured by Warp rifts, its corridors a jagged abyss of rusted steel and blood-slick stone trembling under the storm's relentless howl. War stood amidst the Word Bearer spire's shattered chamber, Chaoseater clutched tightly its blade shimmered with a menacing gleam under the flickering braziers, streaked with daemon ichor that dripped in slow, glistening trails, pooling beneath his boots in a dark, steaming mirror of red and ash. The air pulsed thick and suffocating, a rancid brew of ozone, molten steel, and the coppery tang of fresh slaughter that seared his throat his crimson cloak hung heavy, sodden with gore, swaying in the damp gusts that swept through the spire, its frayed edges brushing the rubble with a wet rasp.

Death loomed at his side, a skeletal specter in black armor bones rattled faintly on his frame, Harvester's twin scythes gleaming in his grip, their edges slick with crimson that caught the braziers' dying glow his mask shone pale, eye slits glowing faintly, casting a chill that sliced through the chamber's heat. Strife slouched nearby, white armor streaked with blood and soot Mercy and Redemption rested in his hands, barrels warm, his grin a wild spark his vox rang, "Big shots incoming let's dance!" Fury prowled beside him, her whip Scorn coiled at her hip her blades gleamed, crimson hair whipping wild, a fiery banner against the shadows her snarl rumbled, "They'll bleed I'll make sure."

Brother-Captain Aelius leaned against a splintered pillar, ceramite boots grinding the debris his blue armor bore deep scars, blood seeping from cracked plates his vox crackled weakly, "The hive's stirring Chaos gathers below." Commander Theron stood with his Ultramarines, ten in gleaming blue ceramite his power fist crackled, storm bolter slung across his chest, red lenses glowing under his crested helm his vox rumbled, "We've held now we strike the root." Inquisitor Veyra Thalor lingered by the rift's scar, her black leather coat patched with burns her rebreather mask hissed, bolt pistol gleaming her lone psyker trembled, eyes darting, the air rippling with a bitter tang her vox cut through, "They've unleashed it fourfold ruin."

A rumble swelled a deep, guttural roar that split the iron walls Theron's vox snapped, "Brace!" the dais erupted four avatars emerged Khorne atop a skull-piled throne, axe blazing; Nurgle in a festering mire, cleaver dripping; Slaanesh on silk-draped stone, whip curling; Tzeentch atop a shifting spire, staff shimmering their laughter thundered, a chorus of rage, decay, excess, and change that clawed at War's skull warpfire flared, bathing the chamber in a searing glow.

War charged Chaoseater clashed with Khorne's axe a thunderous crack shook the spire bloodfire sprayed, a scalding burst that singed his cloak Death danced Harvester slashed Slaanesh's flank Strife fired Mercy and Redemption barked, rounds tearing Nurgle's hide Fury leapt Scorn cracked Tzeentch's staff Khorne roared "Blood for me!" its axe swung War parried, steel screaming Death severed Slaanesh's whip Nurgle's cleaver lashed Strife dodged Fury's blades slashed Tzeentch warpfire burst the hive quaked.

Aelius fired rounds burst Theron's fist smashed Veyra's pistol barked her flamer roared Ultramarines fell warpfire melted ceramite War's Chaos form blazed eyes crimson Chaoseater tore Death reaped Strife's pistols thundered Fury's whip snapped the avatars shrieked "Horsemen… you cannot win…" their forms flickered warpfire flared War shielded pain seared Strife dragged Aelius Fury slashed the chamber shuddered.

A vision struck sharp, searing the spire blurred Death's chamber flared three stone faces shattered red haze pulsed green rot oozed pink flames licked purple warpfire swirled a horned figure loomed its laugh a cacophony "Horsemen… we… fuel…" the Council's vox screamed "War… we… are… Chaos…" their faces cracked, warp energy flooding War reeled the spire snapped back Death's rasp cut "They're a conduit?"

War growled "Chaos twists them the gods feed." The avatars fell ash rained the rift pulsed War gripped Chaoseater his vox thundered "We hunt the head free them or end them." The hive's depths roared their path set.